In seven days, the triennial prayer meeting of Xianbei will be held, and the heads of our three tribes together with the deputy chiefs of the other fourteen tribes will come to personally invite the King of Beimu and the Regent of Beimu to come and show their respect."
Having said this, the heads of the three clans all looked at Liu Yue.
Seven days after the prayer meeting, Liu Yue's face did not move, but her eyes darkened.
She was planning to take this opportunity to go to the Central Plains to find Xuanyuan Che. They would come to join in some fun and some messy prayer meeting.
Before the thoughts in his mind could change, Ouyang Yufei's voice sounded in his ears again.
"The Prayer Conference is held every three years in Xianbei. It is a conference between the seventeen tribes. On the surface, it is a grand meeting for the warriors of the seventeen tribes to compete for the first warrior in the grassland. In fact, it is a secret confrontation between the seventeen tribes of Xianbei.
Under normal circumstances, we will never invite outsiders to the banquet."
Liuyue listened to Ouyang Yufei's words, so what does it mean to invite them today?
His eyebrows moved slightly, but the smile remained on his face.
Liuyue looked down at the three clan leaders who were looking at her, and said with a smile: "My King Bei Mu is young, and the Queen Mother Xiao is still recovering from her injuries. I'm afraid King Bei Mu..."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Before he could finish his words, the head of the Sanhe clan with pigtails said first: "Bei Mu Queen Mother Xiao was assassinated. We already know that Bei Mu King is filial to his mother and cannot stay away. This is human nature.
How can we invite you by force?
However, we, the Seventeenth Xianbei Clan, have never jointly invited anyone together, just because the Regent’s heavenly appearance and bravery are the eagle rising from our grassland, and we, the Seventeenth Xianbei Clan, have admired him for a long time.
King Beimu, I, Xianbei, will not force you, nor will I be replaced by a regent."
It became clear that the invitation to Bei Mu King Yeluhong was a lie, and the real person to be invited was her. Liu Yue understood.
The light in his eyes moved slightly and slowly swept across the leader of the seventeenth Xianbei tribe below.
From the corner of her eyes, she suddenly saw Xiao Chen opening and closing his mouth towards her, with a slight look of anxiety on his face. Liu Yue immediately looked over calmly.